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Can I request number 82 with ler Nash and Lee grayson? Thank you
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82: “You’re not really gonna tickle me, are you?”
"Nash, this is immature," Grayson grit out, firmly planted at his desk with no indication of moving anytime soon.
"Immature it may be," Nash replied, Texas timbre low and serious, "I think it's about time you get a move on from this work and get some actual sleep."
"I have been-"
"Sleep that's not on a blow-up mattress in your office." Nash clarified, eyeing the bare mattress wearily. "Do you sleep like a vampire, Gray? There's not even a blanket. Are you sleeping in your suits?"
"That would be unsanitary," Grayson bristled, "I have work to do, if you don't mind."
"Mind, I do, little brother," Nash moved from where he had been leaning on the doorframe, and shut the door quietly, as not to disturb the other late-night compatriots of the Hawthorne Foundation. "Now, you can come with me the easy way, or the hard way, and I'm sure you're smart enough to figure out what the hard way'll be."
Nash stretched his fingers in a way that was barely noticeable, but enough to turn Grayson's face red. Grayson focused his eyes back on his laptop, and started typing his document once again. "I'm working, Nash. You can show yourself out."
A few moments passed in silence, and Grayson had enough time to re-engross himself in his work. When he heard the sound of knuckles cracking from behind him, he looked back and then up, locking eyes with his older brother.
"You're-" Grayson paused to swallow nervously, “You’re not really gonna tickle me, are you?”
"Really, Gray," Nash started, making his voice sound exhausted in a playful way, "you've given me no choice."
As the most ticklish of the Hawthornes, Grayson barely had time to feel like a deer in the headlights before Nash's fingers were digging roughly into his ribs, in the way Nash knew drove him crazy. He squealed, realizing much too late the position he had got himself trapped in, stuck in his chair at his desk, Nash's body weight behind stopping any movement of it. Grayson was trapped, but he wouldn't give in so easily. Even if Nash scratching between his fourth and fifth rib made him want to implode with how sensitive it felt.
"Nash! I hahave wohork to do!" Grayson screeched, giggles erupting and overflowing.
"If stubborn is the method you're choosing," Nash grinned, reviling in the rare laughter of his younger brother, "than tonight, Gray, will be a long night for the both of us."
